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What time does
your express bus leave?

6:30.

You better get going.

- What's with you?
- Job burnout.

After one week?

It's the toughest job
I've ever had, Dad.

Spending your day at the beach

doesn't sound
all that difficult.

Oh, but you have no idea
what my day is like.

I'm the first one there
in the morning,

practically the last one
to leave at night.

And I'm so busy all day,

the only way I know
I'm at the beach

is because my shoes
are full of sand.

Well, there's no
free lunch, Brandon.

You get what you pay
for in this world.

Ah, but you see,
if you were to pay for,

oh, let's say half
of what my car costs,

I could quit and actually
pretend it's summer.

Have a nice day, Brandon.

- Out!
- Out.

Out? What do you mean, out?

You were standing right there?

- Let's take it over.
- Take it over?

If it wasn't in, it was out.

How could you not see it?

- I didn't see it.
- I saw it.

You saw it?

All right, listen, okay?

Whatever the kid says,
goes, okay?

That's fair, all right? And?

So, nice shot.

Oh, thank you very much!

The game is over!

Fix! Fix!

Oh, come on.

You heard the kid!

Clearly, an objective,
neutral observer

and the envelope with the 20s

will be waiting for you
at the front desk.

Oh, come on, Edgar,
I'm gonna buy.

All right, all right, all right.

- All right, who won?
- Who always wins?

Who always cheats?

You tell him, Edgar.

Whoa! Whoa!

Listen, for the record,

would you please tell
Miss Cynical,

what you saw?

The shot was in.

I told you Brandon
was a quick study.

But you never told me
he was so cute.

Who cares what he looks like

as long as he has good eyesight.

- Thank you very much, Henry.
- Thank you, Mr. Rattinger.

Are you Jerry Rattinger,
the sports promoter?

Guilty as charged.

I think you know
my father, Jim Walsh.

Jim Walsh is your old man?

Hey, listen, I hear
he's thinking about joining.

- Yeah.
- Okay, all right, listen,

I won't hold it against you.

Hey, stranger, what's happening?

Hey, man, how's the waves?

Oh, ugly, flat. Closed out.

Other than that, they're
pretty bitchin' though.

So, how you doin' otherwise?

Okay, Henry's cool,
lets me park my board here

even though Dad's
not a member anymore.

Yeah, Henry is cool.

And so is Sandy.

No, Sandy is exquisite.

Just don't tell her I said so.

Listen, man, I'm sorry
about you and Brenda.

Don't worry about it, man,
things happen, you know?

Big Jimbo
must be skying, though.

Listen, you're welcome
to come over any time,

no matter what happened
between you guys.

Thanks, man. I might do that.

- Take it easy.
- Late.

Now, I've asked Brenda to bring
in her mom's winter coat

so that we could demonstrate
a sense-memory process.

This is the exact coat your mom
was wearing, right?

Yes.

Please, tell the story.

Well,
it's about the time

that I got lost
in the department store.

I was supposed to stay
with my brother, Brandon,

but instead I decided I would
take a little adventure

on the escalators.

Well, 30 minutes later,

my parents were convinced
that I was kidnapped.

And all I really remember
is feeling intense panic.

But the $64,000 question is,

can Brenda Walsh
re-create the emotions

of being lost and found

by re-creating the smell and
texture of wet, winter wool?

I think she can.

Don't be so hard
on yourself. You did great!

When the tears came,
it just felt so forced,

it wasn't right.

God, it must be
really, really cold back there.

It's beyond cold.

Well, it gives me the chills
just thinking about it.

See, Kelly,
if you took drama class,

you could use those feelings.

I think I'll stick
with the beach, thanks.

Mm, have fun.

You're not gonna go?

No, I'm gonna try and work

on this sense-memory stuff
some more.

Give me a break, Brenda.

No, it's true, Kelly.

A creative person
can't be afraid

to follow his
or her artistic impulses

no matter
where they may take him or her.

Very well put, David.

And since Brenda
will be staying in town,

now there's room
in your car for me

to go to the beach instead.

Uh, it's okay. I don't mind
sitting in the back seat.

Uh-huh.

Thank you.

So, have fun.

- Call me later.
- Yeah.

So, what are you doing?

Same as you,
avoid going to the beach.

- It's that obvious, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

I just feel
that if I ran into Dylan,

I couldn't deal with it.

I don't know
if I can be myself this summer

without totally blowing it.

Brenda, tell me, uh...

has Brandon asked about me?

- Sam?
- Hi, yeah.

Great bunch of people
at this club.

Let me tell you something
about the rich, Brandon,

they're different
from you and me.

So said F. Scott Fitzgerald
in The Great Gatsby.

That's very good.

- You read it, huh?
- Yes, I read it.

A long time ago.
Probably before you were born.

Oh, you think so?

Well, I don't know,
how old are you, anyway?

I don't know.

How old do you want me to be?

So, summer
is definitely the best time

of the year, Granny.

Oh, and I love
my acting class at school.

Our teacher,
Mr. Suiter is so brilliant,

and he's really teaching us
how to get in touch

with our emotions
from childhood.

Honey, if we don't leave now,

we're not going to get
to the beach club on time.

You're going
to the beach club, tonight?

One of your father's clients
has invited us to join.

- The Beverly Hills Beach Club?
- Mm-hmm.

They're having a big party
to honor prospective members.

Hold on.

The Beverly Hills Beach Club
where Brandon works?

Mm-hmm, isn't that a hoot?

Granny, hold on.

Does Brandon know
that you're going there tonight?

- Yeah. Why don't you join us?
- Oh, no, no.

I can't.
Um, I'm talking to Grandma.

New members.

Come dance with me,
would you? Would you?

Do you do this
with all the women?

- All the women.
- While you're working?

Of course, when I'm working,
when else?

Well, I don't know.
how do you get anything done?

I don't.

Hey, you two.
Now, you know the rules.

Employees can't be seen
having fun in public

during a new member function.

Don't worry, darling.
Sandy'll take good care of you.

Now don't you go corrupting
this fine young man.

I wouldn't dream of it.

Neither would I.

Brandon!

Hi, where have you guys been?

I was getting worried about you.
It's a long story.

Yeah, well,
rumor has it your father

made a wrong turn at Topanga.

Zuma Beach, the sign said
"Zuma Beach this way."

- I took the turn--
- Whatever you say, Jim.

- Whatever you say.
- Jerry, give me a break.

We'll forgive you anything

as long as you pay
your dues on time.

That way your son
can become a beach bum

like the rest of the kids.

Sounds good to me.

Don't get any ideas.

Jerry, we really ought
to find a table.

Okay.

All right, you guys have fun.

Nice call today.

I call 'em like I see 'em.

Yeah, well, listen,
we'll get you on the court.

Teach you a couple of tricks.

- Any time.
- You got it.

Gosh, isn't it a small world?

My dad's
an executive tax specialist.

He just started working
on the Rattinger account.

Yep, very small world.

Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Walsh.

- Steve!
- How are you?

I hear you might join the club.

We're definitely,
uh, thinking about it.

If you love the beach,
this is the place to come.

Hey, bro, I just saw your folks.

It's pretty wild,
they might join the club, huh?

Yeah! Hey, party up.
The grunion run tonight.

Isn't it a little late for that?

I don't make the schedule,
ask the fish.

- Grunion are fish?
- Yeah!

The ultimate
California party fish.

They come to the beach
a couple of nights every summer

to lay their eggs, so to speak.

Yeah, Donna'll be there,

Kelly, Dushane,
Linda, Kyle, everybody.

- Sounds like a happening.
- Yeah,

you might even want
to ask your lady friend,

- if you'd like.
- Steve,

I think Sandy's got
more important things to do

than hang out on the beach

with a bunch
of high school kids.

Well, judging by the way
she was checking you out

- all day today.
- I think

you're the only high school kid

she's interested
in hanging out with.

It's just an opinion.

Well, Harry, another day,
another dollar, huh?

Hey, listen, I-I know
it's kind of last minute,

it's cool to say no, but, uh,

if you're not doing
anything tonight,

the grunion are running.

At which beach
do you propose we go

to watch this miracle of nature?

Here.

Or wherever it is
they usually run.

They can come ashore anywhere
between Point Conception

and the Mexican border,

but I really wouldn't know,

because after 12 years
of living in Los Angeles,

I've never actually seen them.

In fact,
I don't really think they exist,

but you know what? If you run
into any, give 'em my best.

Excuse me,
did I say something wrong?

NO.

Well, obviously I did something

to rub you the wrong way.

Why didn't you introduce me
to your parents?

I didn't know
you wanted to meet them.

We were standing next to them

about half a dozen times.

It would have been
real easy to say,

"This is my friend from work."

Leave it at that.

I didn't think you cared
about stuff like that.

Don't flatter yourself.

Oh, come on, Sandy.
I'm sorry, all right?

Go ahead and shoot me.

It's not you.

It's, it's just,

your parents seem
like really wholesome types.

I'm not all that crazy
about people from Beverly Hills.

That's okay,
we're from Minnesota.

But now you go
to Beverly Hills High School.

Actually, I go to West Beverly,

but I could always transfer
to West Podunk,

- if that would make you happy.
- You know,

the way my head is pounding,
I don't think anything

could make me happy tonight.

Not even the sight
of 10,000 wild and crazy grunion

having an orgy on the beach?

I know it's a long shot,

but stranger thing
have happened.

Yeah.
Stranger things have happened.

So, is that a yes?

It's a let me think about it.

Well, before you make
this magnanimous decision,

I probably should tell you

that some
of my high school friends

are gonna be down there,

if that makes
a difference to you.

Does it make
a difference to you?

No.

Let's go find ourselves
some party fish.

Brandon, how many times
do I have to remind you

to put your clothes
in the hamper

instead of throwing them down
on the floor

- like a total slob?
- Sorry, Bren,

I got home
a little late last night.

Well, now the bathroom
smells like fish.

- thank you very much.
- Well, believe me,

there were no fish anywhere
on the beach last night.

We waited for hours
for them not to show up.

Just like Sandy predicted.

Sandy?

As in a girl named, Sandy?

As in a woman named, Sandy.

How old is this Sandy person?

I don't know, she won't tell me.

That is a definite sign
of someone being old.

I know.

Hey, Dad.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, Dad.

You guys left the party
a little early last night,

- didn't you?
- Did we?

- Yeah, I guess we did.
- So, is it gonna be

a Beverly Hills Beach Club
kind of a summer?

I'm sorry, I'm just having
a little bit of trouble

understanding this.

Didn't you guys just say
you had a great time last night?

Yes, we did.

- And you love the beach.
- Yes, we do.

So, what's the problem?

It's not a problem.

It's just,
when you factor in the costs

of joining a beach club,

the numbers just don't add up.

We'd rather spend the money
on your college tuition.

Oh, so it's a money thing?

It's not just a money thing.

Then, what kind
of thing is it, Dad?

Hobnobbing
with the Jerry Rattingers

of the world can be a lot of fun
for a night or two,

but in the long run,

I think it's much safer

to keep
your professional life separate

from your social life.

What social life?

Sorry, I couldn't help myself.

So, you think the club
is too Beverly Hills chi-chi

for your Midwestern taste buds,
is that it?

Did I say anything like that?

I'm just trying to figure out

why a place
that 99% of the population,

is dying to get into

is not good enough
for us to join.

Because it's my decision.

And there's nothing
any of us can say

- to change that, right?
- What else is there to say,

- Brandon?
- That's exactly my point, Dad.

Thanks for breakfast, Mom.

- Where are you going?
- To the beach club.

I thought
today was your day off.

It is.

Wha...? What was that?

- Beginner's luck, too?
- You must be a good teacher.

The best.

Oh, what I could teach
a kid like you.

Be like money in the bank.

So, who's stopping you?

Listen, how expensive
is this car you want to get?

$3,500.

He won't co-sign a loan,
give you an advance?

We haven't really talked
about it.

- Well, what do you two discuss?
- Not much really.

I haven't seen him lately.
We're both working too hard.

That's wrong.
I mean that, that's wrong.

Now, you're 16,
what, 17 years old?

- Yeah.
- Okay, if you can't take off

for a summer vacation now,

I mean when you're supposed to,
when are you gonna do it?

When you have to...

have to work every day
to support a family?

Tell it to him.

When I was a kid,
he didn't want me to play hockey

because it conflicted
with my paper route.

That's, all right.

Far be it for me
to criticize your old man,

and God knows

that the Beverly Hills,
uh, Beach Club

ain't for everybody.

But you, you just,

you can't make
the kind of connections

that you need to make

crunching numbers
in the Wilshire District.

Your father's a very sincere,
hardworking guy,

but his head's still in a little
in meat-and-potato land.

So, you want me to talk to him?

No, thanks.
I'll give it another shot.

So, what kind of car
are you lusting after, anyway?

A '65 Mustang convertible.

Right. I had one of those.
Oh, yes. Absolutely.

I had one of those, too.

Another world, a different time.

Now, I'm
a very happily married father.

Two girls, two cats, a dog.

Sandy!
Can we get a drink over here?

Sure! I'll send Jeannie over.

Thanks.

Talk about a piece of work.

- Got a girlfriend?
- I'm working on it.

Well, if it isn't
my three favorite ladies

from tennis school.

Hey, aquatic update.

The party fish
are running again tonight.

Yeah, and so is Moby Dick.

Come on, you're gonna miss
a thrill of a lifetime.

Oh, I don't know about that.

- Hi.
- Hello. Good-bye.

Hey, wait a minute.
Where are you going?

Home.

- Do you live far?
- Not far.

That's good,
'cause I rented a limo

to take you anywhere
you want to go.

You did what?

Well, it's not exactly a limo,

but it worked for Butch Cassidy
and the Sundance Kid.

Oh, God! Oh, God!

I think that the beach
is definitely the best part

about living in L.A.

Yeah, except you have
to be a multi-zillionaire

- to live near the water.
- That's all right.

I plan on making
my first zillion

by the end of the week.

- Do you?
- Yeah.

I'm starting a new conglomerate.

Cabana Boys R Us.

It'll be a franchise operation.

I'll be
the chairman of the board.

and you can be
the executive director

of everything else.

Promises, promises.

Oh, come on,

We'll get Jerry Rattinger

to bankroll the whole operation.

Put our corporate offices
wherever in the world we want,

Hawaii, Aspen. Prague.

At the rate I'm going,
it'll probably be Kuwait.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah. No.

I don't know. It's...

Just listening to you talk,

I realize, I'll probably
never have a beach house

or any of the other things
I used to dream

about when I was your age.

What are you talking about?
You're still young.

Getting older by the minute.

I wish I would have met you
five years ago.

You wouldn't have liked me
five years ago.

I was in sixth grade.

- I gotta go.
- Oh, hey, come on.

Don't you want to wait
for the grunion to come?

How old are you?

You know, I'm really glad
I took this job now.

I got the beach, I got the sun,

I got the beautiful chick
on the front of my bike.

Stop it. Brandon!
You're embarrassing me.

Yo, surf kumby.

- Coming or going?
- A little of both.

Look, um, the other day

when you were talking
to me about Sandy,

you didn't tell me
you were gonna make a move

in that direction.

Why, you think
she's too old for me?

No, man, age is not the issue.

She's just not the right person
for you.

At all.

So, what are you saying?

I'd really rather
not get into specifics, man,

but you gotta trust me
on this one.

All right? Before you get in
over your head.

Is this your way of telling me
you slept with her?

This is my way of telling you

to go in this thing
with your eyes open, man,

or somebody's bound to get hurt.

Well, it's too bad
you didn't tell Brenda that

before you got her to hop
into bed with you.

Consider yourself warned.

You broke her heart,
you know that, don't you?

No, Jones.

I think you got that
flipped around big time.

Hey, Henry, have you seen Sandy?

She probably went
to pick up her check.

- Cool, thanks.
- Yeah.

Sandy, I've been looking
all over for you.

Brandon, um, listen,

I'm sorry,
I-I can't make it tonight.

Something's come up, okay?

- Sandy...
- I'll make it up to you.

I promise.

Brandon!

I've been thinking
about your new car.

What new car?

Jerry Rattinger
is offering to buy you a what?

He's not buying me
anything, Dad.

He's giving me an advance
against my salary.

- Salary for what?
- For working.

- Doing what?
- Well, this summer,

I'll be like a gofer,

but when school starts up again,

he says I can work
in his publicity office

as a trainee, you know,
tie it in with the school paper.

But what about the beach club?

No, Henry's gotta understand.

Rattinger's paying me
double my salary

no matter how many hours I work

and even on days
when he doesn't need me.

It's a "win-win" deal.

Why is it "win?"

Why is he willing to pay you
for doing nothing?

He thinks I'm
a good paddle tennis prospect.

- This is serious, Brandon.
- I don't know, Dad.

You know what he's like.

He has
a different philosophy than you.

I think he feels sorry for me
'cause he knows there's no life

for a teenager in L.A.
without a car.

And you know, even though he has
two beautiful little girls,

I think deep down inside
he really wants a son.

I do, too.

I just didn't know
he'd go after mine.

You know, Rattinger said

Dad might try
to torpedo the whole deal,

and I said, "No way".

I mean why would he care
just as long as I'm working

to pay back the loan on the car.

And then this morning it hit me.

It hit me like a diamond bullet,

he doesn't want me
to have a car, any car,

'cause he's still punishing me
for totaling Mondale.

Oh, Brandon, I don't know.

I mean, Dad stood by you
through traffic court.

He knows you don't drink.

Then why is he so down on me

going to work for Rattinger?

I think that's fairly obvious.

Yeah, the size
of Rattinger's bank account.

No way. Dad's worked with plenty
of rich people before.

He just doesn't understand
why this man is offering

to pay you good money
for the summer

to do practically nothing.

And to be truthful, I agree.

You're as bad as he is.

What can I say. We are related.

But you know,
if it's bothering you that much,

why don't you talk
to him about it?

Can I ask you one more question?

Sure.

Why are you wearing
a winter coat

in the middle of July?

You don't want to know.

- Oh, morning, Mom.
- Oh, hi, honey.

- I'll be in a sec.
- Oh, no, no rush. Uh...

Listen, just between you,
me and your flowers,

is Dad in a better mood
this morning?

I think so, but unfortunately,

he had to leave early
for an audit down in San Diego.

He's not here?

No, but he said to tell you
that whatever you decide

with Mr. Rattinger
is fine with him,

and he'll talk to you about it
when he gets home later.

Yeah, but I have the late shift.

By the time I get home,
he'll be in bed.

God, this is so typical of him!

You know, he lays
all this guilt on me

about not wanting
to work so hard this summer

and he's too busy working
to talk to me about it!

- Honey, I know you're upset.
- No, I'm not upset, Mom.

I just wish

he could find the time
to deal with me for once.

Well, can't it keep
for one night?

I guess it'll have to.

Listen, the last thing
I wanted to do,

is get between you
and your old man.

- It's just--
- I know.

It sounded like a perfect fit.

I mean, I needed someone
to run a few errands for me.

You needed a car, but hey,

if he's going to get
his nose out of joint,

the smart thing
would be to forget it.

The problem is,
I don't want to forget it.

Well, then be your own man.

Eventually, every kid comes
to the fork in the road,

and no matter which way you go,
it's gotta be your own decision.

Well, my dad did say
whatever I chose would be cool.

A Mustang convertible, right?

Why don't we just cruise down
to the volleyball court

and see what we can do.

Hey, we feeling
any better today?

Actually,
we're feeling a lot worse,

so, consider yourself warned.

Did I do something?

It's not about you, Brandon.

It's about me.

Do you want to talk about it?

Talk about what?

Why there isn't enough time
in the day?

Why there isn't enough money
in the bank?

Why my head is pounding?

Look, Brandon,
you're a very sweet boy,

but I'm going through some
really heavy personal stuff,

right now.

I'm just not about
to pour my heart out

to a teenager
from Beverly Hills.

Mommy? Mommy!

Mommy! Mommy!

Where is Mommy? Mom.
Mommy? Where is Mommy?

- Brenda?
- Dad.

What are you doing?

I don't know,
but whatever I'm doing,

it's not working for me,

and now I'm just crying
out of control,

and I still can't get
in touch with my emotions.

Are you still working
on that day

that you were lost at Daytons?

- That was some scary day.
- Yeah, I know all about it.

Mom went
to the linen department.

You went upstairs
to the sporting goods department

to buy a bowling ball,

and I was supposed
to stay with Brandon,

but then I started riding
up and down the escalators,

and that's when
I got into trouble.

You were so cute.

Cute?

You and Mom and always told me
that I was hysterical.

Well, that was
after you got lost,

but when you were playing
on the escalators,

you were having
the time of your life.

That is Maia Landen.

She's young,
but she's kind of cute.

She's real young.

Yeah, she is kind of...

How young is she, Steve, 14, 15?

She's young.

But she's very mature
for her age.

I haven't made a move on her.
What about you and Sandy?

Our relationship is kind
of like the grunion.

No one knows
if it really exists.

Walsh, Mr. Rattinger
needs some extra manpower

out in the parking lot, okay?

Yeah, sure.
Come on, give me a hand.

- Brandon.
- Hey, Mr. Rattinger.

I brought my partner
in crime along

in case it was a two-man job.

No, I think you'll be able
to handle this yourself.

Nice car.

- Wow.
- Yeah, new.

So, you need me to carry
something up for you?

No, I need you
to get behind the wheel

to see if this is something
you wouldn't mind driving

for the rest of the summer.

You said you needed a car.

Yeah, but a used Mustang.
Not a...

We can probably
still get you your Mustang,

but this way my corporation
can lease this,

and I can deduct the interest.

This is an incredible piece
of machinery.

Here, take it
for a spin up the coast.

Let me know how it handles.

Well, Mr. Rattinger,
I-I don't know what to say.

- This is great.
- Well, how about trying,

"Thanks a lot, Jer."

Hey, Jer, if I say
"thanks a lot",

you think I could sport
one of these bad boys?

I thought you had a chauffeur.

Listen, remember,
buckle up. Always.

Damn it.

Hey, is something wrong?

Uh...

I hate to ask you
to do this, but uh...

Could you excuse us
just for a second?

Sure.

Listen, uh...

Mrs. Rattinger
had a little too much sun

with her wine this afternoon,

she's going to need a lift
back into town.

Normally, I'd do it myself,
but I have to stay here,

tie up a couple of loose ends.

Yeah, no problem, Jerry.

Thanks.

Uh, I'm sorry
I can't put the top up.

I haven't figured out
how to do it, yet,

but, uh, I'll turn up the heat,
how's that?

When did you start working
for my husband?

Uh, about 15 minutes ago.

What do you think of him so far?

Oh, your husband's a great guy.

You don't have to put
on an act with me, Brandon.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Rattinger.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

I'm talking about my husband.
I'm talking about his mistress.

You're not the first pretty boy

he's hired to drive me home
from the beach club

so, he can be
with his playthings.

I hear he's trying
to get back with Sandy.

Is it true?

I can't see it.

You work with Sandy,
don't you, Brandon?

Yeah.

Since you're going up
to his cabana,

could you take him back
his car keys.

Tell him thanks, but no thanks,

which is pretty much all
I've got to say to you, too.

It's not
what you think, Brandon.

It's not some cheap,
sordid affair.

How do you know
what I think, Sandy?

You don't know me.
And I obviously don't know you.

That's right. You don't know me.

You don't know
anything about me.

You don't know what I go
through to get up in the morning

and look in the mirror.

So, don't you sit
in judgment of me.

Especially when Mommy and Daddy
still pay your bills.

Oh, no, this isn't
about my mommy and daddy.

It's about you
and your sugar daddy.

So, you better run
along up to him,

since he's the one
who pays all your bills.

Brandon.

Glad you're home.

I was fading.

How you doing?

I don't know.

There's pretty weird stuff
going on at work.

Well, hopefully
what I have to say to you,

will put your mind
at ease about all that.

This morning on the train
down to San Diego,

I had a lot of time to think
about car loans and work ethics

and the age-old tug-of-war
between fathers and sons.

- Dad--
- Please.

Let me just get this
off my chest first.

You know, it's,

it's one thing for a father

to try to instill
a sense of positive values

in his children, you know,

"you get what you pay for,"
whatever.

And it's quite another thing

when a father
hides his own frustration

behind a guise
of wisdom and experience.

I don't follow you.

The other morning when you asked

if the reason we didn't want
to join the beach club,

was because it was
a money thing,

I managed to change the subject

and run
for the high moral ground.

But, the truth is...

yes, it is a money thing.

It's something
I've been struggling with

since I turned down
the promotion

to move us back to Minnesota.

- Dad--
- I know, I'm sorry.

I'm... I'm rambling.

The bottom line is,
there's no earthly reason

for you to be knocking yourself
out folding beach chairs

when you could be having
the summer of your life.

So, do yourself a favor, son.

Forget
about your old man's hang-ups.

Go work for Rattinger,

find out
how the other half lives.

I already did.

It's not all
it's cracked up to be.

There's just one more thing
I want to say to you.

It's what my father said to me

on the morning
I left for university.

He said...

"Don't sell yourself short."

Be your own man, Brandon.

Everything else
will fall into place.

Well...

if it isn't the king
of the cabana boys.

I was wondering if we were
going to see you today.

Yeah, I was wondering
the same thing.

My father said
I should honor my commitments.

Good for Jim. Your father's
a very honorable man.

Mr. Rattinger,

anything you have to say
to my father,

I suggest you say it to him,
and not to me.

Did he tell you to say that,

or did you think it up
all by yourself?

Thank you.

You know, they tell me the car
that you drove last night

really excels at handling
the bumps, taking the curves.

I wish the same
could be said of the driver.

Yeah, it was an all right car.

It's no '65 Mustang.

It got very ugly last night.

Very embarrassing.
Very unnecessary.

I really
could've taught you something.

Like what?

Like how to hurt people?
Deceive them, intimidate them?

Brandon, Brandon...

Sandy's a nervous wreck,
Mr. Rattinger.

She's a wreck because of you.

As far as Sandy is concerned,

my conscience is crystal clear.

As far as we're concerned,

I think
Henry Thomas is looking for you.

Good luck in your next job, kid.

- Henry?
- Hey, Brando.

If it weren't for these VCRs,

I might not ever be able
to catch up with my programs.

Mr. Rattinger said
you wanted to see me.

Uh, sure, yeah.

Uh, let me tell you
what's happening.

Am I fired?

- Now what was the question?
- Damn it, Henry.

What's this "damn it,
Henry," business?

Rattinger ordered me
to fire you.

I told him I would consider it.

It's been considered.
It's been rejected.

And if he don't like it,
let him try

and run this place without me

in the middle of July.

Thanks.

Well, not that you're
any good at what you do.

I just don't want you
to get the wrong impression.

Not everything around here,
is bought and paid for.

What about Sandy?

She quit.

Yeah, I figured as much.

Ah, you think
she's got troubles?

You ever watch
The Young and the Restless?

No.

What? Come here.

This Julia, right?

Julia's having a baby
by her husband's father.

So, wait,
I'm sobbing my guts out,

and there's my dad
under the archway going,

"Honey, what are you doing?"

But the funny thing is,
my dad started reminiscing,

and it's like
something just clicked.

I had been trying
to feel something

that I'd never really felt.

I mean, it wasn't
about the coat anymore

or the memory of me,

or what anybody was trying
to tell me

that I was feeling at the time.

It's about me,
being back on those escalators

having a great time
all by myself.

Sounds like a breakthrough
to me. Nice work, Brenda.

Well, the best part is,

I wasn't afraid
to be by myself back then,

six years old
in a department store

full of strangers.

There's no reason in the world

why it shouldn't
be like that today.

Way to go, Brenda.

Let's go to the beach.

- Out!
- Are you crazy?

That was in by a country mile.

I'm not giving you
the point, Jerry.

I'm not going to argue
with you about it, Edgar.

- Did you see it, Brandon?
- Yeah, I saw it.

- What was it?
- Hey, all right, all right.

Listen, we'll just take it over.

What for? Brandon saw it.

So, what's the call, Brandon?

It was in.

Like I said,
I call 'em like I see 'em.

Jerry.

Right, okay, let's go.

You going to leave
without saying good-bye?

- Hi, Brandon.
- You're moving out?

Yeah. Um, I'm leaving town.

My mom and my sister
have a place

up in San Luis Obispo,

and they've been asking me
to stay with them.

Clearly,
it's not working here anymore.

He told me he loved me.

He said he'd leave
his wife and children.

That was two years ago.

I'm sorry.

Being with you, though,

listening
to your approach to things,

it's really helped me to see
how jaded and angry I've become.

Thank you.

Say good-bye
to Dylan for me, will you?

- Drive safely now, you hear?
- I will.

Yo, kumby,
can I buy you some lemonade?

Tell you what.

Throw in
a little chicken ranchero

and some salsa,

you got a customer.

I just feel so bad about Sandy.

- Thanks, Grace.
- Thanks, Grace.

Well, she's not bad news, man,
she's just unhappy.

Otherwise, she wouldn't
have gotten herself

into that situation
with Rattinger

to begin with.

- And I really liked her, man.
- I know.

I know, but you gotta
promise me something.

What's that?

The next time you ask me

if I've been with a girl
that you have a crush on,

I get a free one anywhere.

- Anywhere?
- Anywhere.

Just not the nose.

Females,
what are you doing here?

We were just
in the neighborhood.

Uh-huh.

So, this is the Beverly Hills
Beach Club, huh?

Kelly, what's so funny?

Oh, poor Steve.

- What's up, buddy?
- It's low. It's lower than low.

It's the lowest
common denominator.

- What happened, man?
- You remember Maya Landon?

- The 15-year-old vamp?
- Yes.

She says she just wants
to be my friend.

But what gets me is she,
she's got the hots for--

Hey, big guy.

So, uh,

what time are the grunion
running tonight?

What are grunion?

You know, you'd think

that they'd have
enough courtesy

to show up for their own party.

Hey,
I guess they figured

it was a long swim
back to Mexico.

Yeah, well,

the water is a lot warmer
in Puerto Vallarta.

♪ The party's over ♪

Oh, boy.

Wait, they'll be here.

You say that every year.

Every year.

- Are we leaving?
- It's getting late.

No, I came here
to see some grunion,

- I'm gonna see some grunion!
- Oh!

- That's the spirit.
- Go.

You know, your brother's a fool,
you know that?

Yes, I know.

You know, it's really nice
being here with you,

but not being here
with you, you know?

You mean like a good friend?

Anything is possible.

Anything?

It's kind
of disappointing, isn't it?

No, it's kinda nice
to see everybody.

Guys, what does a grunion
look like anyway?

I don't know,
I've never seen one before.

Do they kind
of look like a cross

between a sardine
and an anchovy?

- Yeah, why?
- Uh...